Spring sweetly sprung

It's good to see, after a long time away from home, that spring has sprung while I was away. How else to celebrate but with a poem? :)

Where did you come from,

green buds and tender leaves?

Were you in hiding

inside gnarled trunks

and crooked branches?

Such unlikely birthplaces.

Did you know that the tree

sat dreaming of you

through the long winter?

Baring its heart’s desires

to a sun hardly seen.

Flinging your thoughts

at the wandering wind.

Did you throb warm inside it

as it stood cold and grey

in the driving rain.

Holding on to hope.

And now,

speckled with spring sunshine

your tender faces

glistening with newborn niceness,

do you see it smile back

at the October sun

and show you off

to the laughing moon.

Do you hear it singing to the wind

its songs of gratitude.

Do you hear it calling out

to faraway bees

and to butterflies still in cocoon?

Did you know, oh tender shoots

and buds bursting into bloom

that you were once a thought

in the tree’s dreaming soul

that it called into being.

Just as everything else.

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